Yesterday was a complete mess of things. School went fine, but what happened afterward was something i didn't expect.
I came out early from school, to go to ikea with my mother. I've been wanting that sofa-bed since i saw it (the previous day lol). So i arrive to my house to find my mother still getting ready. come on mother i told you 4 hours ago; literally. but nevertheless i waited, cleaned up my car just a bit. finally she was ready, about 3 minutes later. She took a step into my car, and was immediately irritated by me, my car, my driving,the windows being rolled down, my music, and the fact that she was dizzy and light-headed. Things she always complains about. I changed the station for her, closed the windows, turned my a/c on [geez gas waster], and drove a bit more adequately... all just to suit her standards.
Many complaints later, we arrived to ikea. since i already knew what i was getting we didn't take much time. i went straight for the warehouse. my mom bought my awesome sofa-bed [which by the way is very comfortable]. I told my mom i would be right back, i was going to go get the car and park it in the loading area. of course as it all goes i get the car, park, load, drive.
It was an extremely difficult task to drive with a wall blocking my view to the right. a box was placed right dead center, i couldn't see anything to my right except the dashboard. talk about blind spot.
so i began driving and my mom was trying to help, but she continued to complain, and this time just to get home faster because she had a tremendous headache, and she felt nauseous, light-headed, and down right sick. i tried my hardest to get home fast, while not crashing, keeping the car steady so she wouldn't vomit.
"nooo no nooo no ooh no"... she was panting heavily. all i could do was listen and drive. she then places her hands on the dashboard along with her head.. and starts to tell me to hurry. she looks pale and she speaks very softly with a lot of air. at this moment i am still calm, but of course have picked up the speed in my driving. she says she feels like it's the end. i dunno what to do but drive. she hasn't eaten but she refuses to stop and eat.
the rest of the way home its the same things over and over again. i get home and i stop the car in the middle of the street, run out and unlock the front door. i see her run into the bathroom while i get her a glass of water.
i step out only to park my car correctly, once back inside i see my mom wobbling over to the living room. i sit her down. she's telling me she's going to die, but i won't believe it. still panting heavily she once again stood up and began walking. i had to support her to the other chair.
she asked me to call my dad and like always he had his cell phone off and of course doesn't bother to give us his work number. aggravated and a bit scared i called my sister patty. she answered on the second attempt. asked me what was up. as soon as i went to check on my mom she was now closing her eyes and her head resting on the back of the chair. i went to hold her hand and waited for her to squeeze it.
nothing.
"ma ama, mom mom mom...." no answer.
i took her hand and lifted it, let it go and it just flopped back down on the sofa.
my heart dropped 20 feet into the ground. at this point i lost control. and my sister was screaming at the top of her lungs, WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?
finally as i grab her wrist to do the one thing i don't want to do (check her pulse) she says "que" very softly.
the biggest relief of my life.i have to take her to the hospital.. but she refuses and begins to beg and cry not to.. that i don't understand that they will have her in the waiting room for hours. right then and there i had to hang up on my sister and call 911...
"this is 911 whats your emergency"--blah blah blah --- "ok please stay on the line and i will direct your call to the fire department/paramedics "
sure enough i'm explaining everything to a man on the other line, trying to keep calm.
"ok the paramedics are on their way"
mother is vomiting serious yellow by this time, and i'm freaking out. tears running down my face uncontrollably. i rush over to answer my phone (sister patty) my moms phone (brother carlos) and the house phone (sister sandra). i'm trying to explain to all of them at the same time whats going on while i attend to my mom. she lays on her bed.. now very quiet.. sweating, saying she feels cold. tells me i have to be strong... wtf is that all about? i grab her hand one more time... she squeezes and lets go.. again? again?
i shook her just a bit.. the paramedics on their way, patty on her way, and i'm sure on my way to complete insanity and depression, traumatized!!!
once again, silence.
brother asks to speak to her.. i leave the phone on her ear and luckily she responds!
how many times will she go away like that?
patty and paramedics both have arrived.
i step myself into the kitchen. and i ball crouched down leaning up against the bottom of the sink..
"vitals are good, she says she feels much better, i would suggest to take her to her hospital [facey] and have her checked immediately... we would give her the ride but she refuses and would rather take one from you guys.. if that is ok?"
my sister agrees.. at this point i run to see my mom and she is now up and walking, still stumbling. and complaining how not better she feels. why does she lie to the paramedics. i will never know.
we get her into the car and as soon as we move from our house to the next she is opening the door to vomit.. a few more houses down..vomit. corner of street.. vomit.
sister is racing to her hospital
and i'm throwing out the directions as we go..
up lassen
right sepulveda,
get into the left lane
no no no more left, far left lane
stay here.
your gonna pass the hamer toyota
it'll be on you left side.
right here patty.. no no no not there here
take her inside i'll park your car.
they go in, i park, cry some more, go in, they're gone, i step outside, make a few calls, go in, ask for them, find them
my mother had severe/chronic stress headache. the gave her two intramuscular injection both strong medicine and of high dosage. she seems stable. as she lays she has no nausea but indeed her head is pounding.
doctor prescribes no food, many liquids, rest, and a counselor.
we are ready to go back home.. if anything persists as before E.R. right away
we lift her from her bed to a wheelchair. she vomits, just as she did 3 times when they brought her in.
we are home.. i drove. i drop them off, and find myself going to walgreens for some tylenol, water, and gatorade.
i drop off the stuff and go pick up my nephew.. seeing him made me smile for the first time since ikea. he made me feel a bit stronger. we go in... and i lay down on the living room sofa... and sleep. only to be awoken by my brother asking me to clean the house.
day goes on...
I came out early from school, to go to ikea with my mother. I've been wanting that sofa-bed since i saw it (the previous day lol). So i arrive to my house to find my mother still getting ready. come on mother i told you 4 hours ago; literally. but nevertheless i waited, cleaned up my car just a bit. finally she was ready, about 3 minutes later. She took a step into my car, and was immediately irritated by me, my car, my driving,the windows being rolled down, my music, and the fact that she was dizzy and light-headed. Things she always complains about. I changed the station for her, closed the windows, turned my a/c on [geez gas waster], and drove a bit more adequately... all just to suit her standards.
Many complaints later, we arrived to ikea. since i already knew what i was getting we didn't take much time. i went straight for the warehouse. my mom bought my awesome sofa-bed [which by the way is very comfortable]. I told my mom i would be right back, i was going to go get the car and park it in the loading area. of course as it all goes i get the car, park, load, drive.
It was an extremely difficult task to drive with a wall blocking my view to the right. a box was placed right dead center, i couldn't see anything to my right except the dashboard. talk about blind spot.
so i began driving and my mom was trying to help, but she continued to complain, and this time just to get home faster because she had a tremendous headache, and she felt nauseous, light-headed, and down right sick. i tried my hardest to get home fast, while not crashing, keeping the car steady so she wouldn't vomit.
"nooo no nooo no ooh no"... she was panting heavily. all i could do was listen and drive. she then places her hands on the dashboard along with her head.. and starts to tell me to hurry. she looks pale and she speaks very softly with a lot of air. at this moment i am still calm, but of course have picked up the speed in my driving. she says she feels like it's the end. i dunno what to do but drive. she hasn't eaten but she refuses to stop and eat.
the rest of the way home its the same things over and over again. i get home and i stop the car in the middle of the street, run out and unlock the front door. i see her run into the bathroom while i get her a glass of water.
i step out only to park my car correctly, once back inside i see my mom wobbling over to the living room. i sit her down. she's telling me she's going to die, but i won't believe it. still panting heavily she once again stood up and began walking. i had to support her to the other chair.
she asked me to call my dad and like always he had his cell phone off and of course doesn't bother to give us his work number. aggravated and a bit scared i called my sister patty. she answered on the second attempt. asked me what was up. as soon as i went to check on my mom she was now closing her eyes and her head resting on the back of the chair. i went to hold her hand and waited for her to squeeze it.
nothing.
"ma ama, mom mom mom...." no answer.
i took her hand and lifted it, let it go and it just flopped back down on the sofa.
my heart dropped 20 feet into the ground. at this point i lost control. and my sister was screaming at the top of her lungs, WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?
finally as i grab her wrist to do the one thing i don't want to do (check her pulse) she says "que" very softly.
the biggest relief of my life.i have to take her to the hospital.. but she refuses and begins to beg and cry not to.. that i don't understand that they will have her in the waiting room for hours. right then and there i had to hang up on my sister and call 911...
"this is 911 whats your emergency"--blah blah blah --- "ok please stay on the line and i will direct your call to the fire department/paramedics "
sure enough i'm explaining everything to a man on the other line, trying to keep calm.
"ok the paramedics are on their way"
mother is vomiting serious yellow by this time, and i'm freaking out. tears running down my face uncontrollably. i rush over to answer my phone (sister patty) my moms phone (brother carlos) and the house phone (sister sandra). i'm trying to explain to all of them at the same time whats going on while i attend to my mom. she lays on her bed.. now very quiet.. sweating, saying she feels cold. tells me i have to be strong... wtf is that all about? i grab her hand one more time... she squeezes and lets go.. again? again?
i shook her just a bit.. the paramedics on their way, patty on her way, and i'm sure on my way to complete insanity and depression, traumatized!!!
once again, silence.
brother asks to speak to her.. i leave the phone on her ear and luckily she responds!
how many times will she go away like that?
patty and paramedics both have arrived.
i step myself into the kitchen. and i ball crouched down leaning up against the bottom of the sink..
"vitals are good, she says she feels much better, i would suggest to take her to her hospital [facey] and have her checked immediately... we would give her the ride but she refuses and would rather take one from you guys.. if that is ok?"
my sister agrees.. at this point i run to see my mom and she is now up and walking, still stumbling. and complaining how not better she feels. why does she lie to the paramedics. i will never know.
we get her into the car and as soon as we move from our house to the next she is opening the door to vomit.. a few more houses down..vomit. corner of street.. vomit.
sister is racing to her hospital
and i'm throwing out the directions as we go..
up lassen
right sepulveda,
get into the left lane
no no no more left, far left lane
stay here.
your gonna pass the hamer toyota
it'll be on you left side.
right here patty.. no no no not there here
take her inside i'll park your car.
they go in, i park, cry some more, go in, they're gone, i step outside, make a few calls, go in, ask for them, find them
my mother had severe/chronic stress headache. the gave her two intramuscular injection both strong medicine and of high dosage. she seems stable. as she lays she has no nausea but indeed her head is pounding.
doctor prescribes no food, many liquids, rest, and a counselor.
we are ready to go back home.. if anything persists as before E.R. right away
we lift her from her bed to a wheelchair. she vomits, just as she did 3 times when they brought her in.
we are home.. i drove. i drop them off, and find myself going to walgreens for some tylenol, water, and gatorade.
i drop off the stuff and go pick up my nephew.. seeing him made me smile for the first time since ikea. he made me feel a bit stronger. we go in... and i lay down on the living room sofa... and sleep. only to be awoken by my brother asking me to clean the house.
day goes on...
wow
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